Page 257 of The Invite
My mouth curls at her adorable reaction.
Nessa’s throat bobs as she swallows when I stop before her. Her neck cranes as I bracket her body against the island. I think she hasn’t blinked once in the last minute.
“Scared, little prey?” I tease.
The right half of my face is painted in a skull, while the left half is hidden behind a metallic mask that runs along my forehead and the cracked edge curves around my cheek.
“You…” gasps Nessa, blinking up at me. Reaching up to tentatively touch underneath my eyes while raptly staring into them, she exhales, “Yeah.”
The white-colored lens I’m wearing makes one of my eyes look demonic. Separating her thighs that she’s squeezing together, I graze my fingers up them. “Turned on?”
“Very,” she admits with a flutter of her lashes.
“Then you’ll enjoy what I’ve planned for us tonight.”
“What is that?”
“A surprise.” Inching closer, I tug her bottom lip with my teeth. “I’ll give you a clue.Muse.”
Her legs try to close as she pieces it together. The air permeates with her arousal. Caressing her wet heat once, Irelease her lip and straighten. Pulling her off the stool, I lean back and admire her lithe curves all over again.
There’s only one thing missing from turning her into a sexy siren.
“Close your eyes,” I softly command.
She obeys.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a purple butterfly mask adorned with gemstones. Rounding Nessa, I stand behind her and place it over her face before tying the lace into a knot. I keep her eyes closed as I guide her into the foyer and stop in front of the mirrored wall.
I take a moment to privately marvel over every inch of my gorgeous little creature before allowing her to open up her eyes.
Her mouth forms an O as soon as her eyelashes flutter open. Her gaze roams over the wings curving upward on one side while the opposite curves along her cheekbone. Her flawless makeup enhances the sensuality of the mask.
“I love this,” she breathes, stroking one of the glimmering stones.
I don’t tell her they are real diamonds.
While she’s distracted, I take out my phone. Grabbing her waist, I pull her ass flush against my hips. “Look at me.”
I snap a picture the moment our eyes lock in the mirror.
Snaking a hand up her spine, I put pressure until she bends a little with her palms flat against the glass. My cock sits snug between her ass cheeks. My mind conjures an X-rated version of our position, causing my length to twitch. Nessa feels it and traps her lip between her teeth. I capture the needy expression in the camera.
“Come here,” I impatiently command.
Tugging her head back until her back bows, I bend and seize her luscious mouth with mine and click a picture. I chose our masks for this reason alone. To be able to kiss her anytime Iwant during the night. It just so happens to be the perfect way to calm her nerves when they get the better of her.
Handing her the phone, I growl at her to take our pictures. While I take advantage of roaming her curves with my free hands. Framing her waist, I rest my chin on her shoulder and glance at her reflection.
Her eyes are glowing with lust and possessiveness. Looking into the camera with that look, she snaps a picture. More than the gifts I buy her, it’s the little things I do that she loves the most. She loves intimacy and late-night chats.
Kissing her neck, I whisper, “I love you, little prey.”
A shiver courses down her spine and a breathtaking smile graces her lips. “I love you more, my masked devil.”
Snatching the phone from her, I tickle her ribs until a laugh bursts out of her. As I take a dozen more photos of us kissing, twirling, and hugging, I realize I’m smiling too listening to her musical laughter and the riveting joy on her face.
This, right here, is what I want for the rest of my life.
